[ whether dito is good at removing pieces of the human body or not, it doesn't matter, because one thing is certain that if midori wants to then he can fix it. that body that dito rips and tears into can become a beautiful doll after his work, she can take as much sugar and spice, everything nice, and all sorts of sickly sweets temptations to make her whole again with just a few flavored stitches colored red, and bubblegum cotton candy flesh to place over the ruby licorice muscles, bound together like twizzlers. he could make her something sweet, continuously edible to the exotic palate that dito has. he can fix this body up over and over and over that it suits the other's taste for as long as he desires, and all he needs is certain bones, pieces of flesh, and the time of unsuspecting individuals that slight him.
it'd be easy as one, two, three.
he could do better than carl von cosel in recreating the body so that she'd look just as perfect as she was at the start, there'd be no angels of death scolding midori for playing god, and instead he would be praised for his good work. no one would cry, or scream, or look down upon his work for it's a reflection of the living that he can keep alive despite the skin growing cold. there's nothing he can do about that, and if he was to circulate blood then it would last only so long. he'd have to make sure it's enough to keep dito's interest, and with other people involved in that said project then he can keep his pet humble.
whether he sleeps with this corpse means nothing to him, if he takes her out to show the female off, of continuously stretches her pliant flesh into a beast bloated then that is his joy. it's enjoyable to watch his efforts bring someone happiness, a twisted kind as dito fishes a treat out from the body that's inside of a sandwich bag covered in red and black liquid, stained with a black x crossed on it. inside happens to be a bag that busted, and the residue inside that was once white is colored in a bright red and yellow due to the liquid of her body, if he shakes it around the substance is heavy and wet, but there's a finger laying inside with a serrated end around the knuckle where the broken protrudes out the flesh.
there's a few pieces of star candies hidden within the grainy substance, but they'd put dito in the mind of konpeito. the bright, fun colors have now dulled for who knows how long they've sat inside the belly of the child, but there must have been something more about those little candies that she swallowed down. ]
Oh! Congratulations, you're the perfect bloodhound.
[ he laughs, tilting his head to the side with a smile as he stares at the expression stephanie wears, and seeing as midori doesn't know her then he takes this as a common look that she makes. it's indescribable with the amount of force dito put behind breaking her jaw, a gaping maw as her throat has expanded from a happy arm reaching through her throat. his hands lace together, leaning back as eyes squint at the package in hand. ]
Friendly policeman always have a dog to sniff out the secrets! You surpassed my expectations.
[ planted, and already obvious that dito would find it. he's just happy that he can sit and watch. ]
cw: you just got your hand in the bag, never fumble
it'd be easy as one, two, three.
he could do better than carl von cosel in recreating the body so that she'd look just as perfect as she was at the start, there'd be no angels of death scolding midori for playing god, and instead he would be praised for his good work. no one would cry, or scream, or look down upon his work for it's a reflection of the living that he can keep alive despite the skin growing cold. there's nothing he can do about that, and if he was to circulate blood then it would last only so long. he'd have to make sure it's enough to keep dito's interest, and with other people involved in that said project then he can keep his pet humble.
whether he sleeps with this corpse means nothing to him, if he takes her out to show the female off, of continuously stretches her pliant flesh into a beast bloated then that is his joy. it's enjoyable to watch his efforts bring someone happiness, a twisted kind as dito fishes a treat out from the body that's inside of a sandwich bag covered in red and black liquid, stained with a black x crossed on it. inside happens to be a bag that busted, and the residue inside that was once white is colored in a bright red and yellow due to the liquid of her body, if he shakes it around the substance is heavy and wet, but there's a finger laying inside with a serrated end around the knuckle where the broken protrudes out the flesh.
there's a few pieces of star candies hidden within the grainy substance, but they'd put dito in the mind of konpeito. the bright, fun colors have now dulled for who knows how long they've sat inside the belly of the child, but there must have been something more about those little candies that she swallowed down. ]
Oh! Congratulations, you're the perfect bloodhound.
[ he laughs, tilting his head to the side with a smile as he stares at the expression stephanie wears, and seeing as midori doesn't know her then he takes this as a common look that she makes. it's indescribable with the amount of force dito put behind breaking her jaw, a gaping maw as her throat has expanded from a happy arm reaching through her throat. his hands lace together, leaning back as eyes squint at the package in hand. ]
Friendly policeman always have a dog to sniff out the secrets! You surpassed my expectations.
[ planted, and already obvious that dito would find it. he's just happy that he can sit and watch. ]